I and My Husband Sleep in a Coffin

Wen Feng, who was holding Wang Xiaobaa, had no idea of ​​his wretched thoughts, nor how bold the outside world was (boys must protect themselves outside).

Still gently coaxing with a hoarse voice that is so magnetic that the ears are pregnant: "Mian Deng, you call me a wind..."

What is a hoarse and sexy attacking voice?

What is masculinity?

Wang Xiaobaa didn't know, he only knew that half of his shoulder was numb.

Wang Xiaobaa's face turned red with a bang: "The wind, the wind is exhausted..." I'm so blushing!I think I, Wang Xiaobaa, have been rotten for six years, and I have never seen such a big storm.

How could I kneel down and lick someone's face so easily?Oh, I - this zongzi is so beautiful!

"Then, then you can also call me Wang Xiaobaa." Ming Miandeng always has the feeling that he is a stand-in.

Hearing the wind, he tilted his head, his back was full of peach blossoms, his black hair and red crown had a bloody pattern between his brows, his eyes were long and narrow with black pupils, very similar to the big boss Wang Xiaobaa saw when he was playing online games.

The big boss said: "Little baa."

"..."

This name, the boss read it like a joke!

Wang Xiaobaa sighed: "...Forget it, let's call it Sleeping Light."

Just as the boss was about to say something, ethereal voices suddenly sounded around him, like a woman singing in a low voice, faintly resounding in the deep underground palace, which was extremely terrifying.

Wang Xiaobaa was shocked, and subconsciously grabbed the big guy next to him. After thinking about it, the guy next to him is not a living person, even he himself has turned into a dumpling. What is there to be afraid of?

So he put down his hands, and while looking around with some hairiness, he asked, "What's the noise?"

Could it be that there are other 'people' living in this underground palace?

Wen Feng shook his head, he easily supported Wang Xiaobaa to stand up, one hand wrapped around his waist, the other hand flicked his long sleeve, his face was gloomy.

He said: "It was the tomb robber who triggered the mechanism of the underground palace."

"Tomb robber?" Subconsciously, a bunch of TV series and novels he had read appeared in Wang Xiaobaa's mind.

There was a time when he was quite obsessed with this type of novel.

"Yes, in order to build the underground palace and revive you, I once traveled all over the world to search for rare treasures. There are countless legendary treasures and gold and silver vulgar objects in this underground palace. I originally wanted to bury you with me. We cannot be married before we are alive. In the end, these are my betrothal gifts from you..."

After Wen Fengjin finished speaking, he turned his head and raised his hand to rub his face gently: "But now that you have woken up, I don't feel bad about it..." After finishing speaking, his expression was still so gentle, but his eyes were full of twists Killing intent, "But today you just woke up, they are too ignorant..."

"Mian Deng, don't be afraid, I'll clean them up right away, okay?"

The boss smiled softly, with an intimate and gentle voice.

Wang Xiaobaa almost couldn't hold back and became a shaking mode again!

Fuck!Mom, there is a pervert here!

Wenfeng in front of him is like a dark and terrifying evil ghost in a horror movie. His aura is so eerie that most people would feel numb when they see it. It seems that they are born to be superior. trembling like that.

"Can you wait here for me first?" Wen Feng pointed to the coffin, "I'll come back to accompany you right away after I've dealt with them all."

"Are you going to sleep in the coffin again?" Wang Xiaobaa wrinkled his face, he was really nervous about this thing.

"Well..." Wen Feng frowned, "Originally you could go with me, but now you seem to have forgotten the martial arts you have learned before, and your body is not like mine, you are still a corpse in essence, and in the end To leave behind the tree to absorb the power of the tree, if you leave this tree for too long, your body may rot."

rot?

Wang Xiaobaa looked at her blue and white palms, then touched her face, and finally turned over silently and climbed into the coffin, shaking her hands at Wen Fengjin.

Goodbye, big brother, no big brother.

"Huh~"

Wen Feng laughed softly, looked at his stupid look for a while, and then stepped on the towering stone pillar platform, and the big iron lock connected to the palace on the distant cliff, a few light jumps, like a stroll in the garden out of here.

And after Wang Xiaobaa lay in the coffin, looking up at the peach blossoms all over the tree, she also had a sense of leisure of "ah, the weather is so good today".

He was thinking about those things in his previous life in a mess, and what Wenfeng said to him, and the days to come, and he unconsciously closed his eyes while thinking about it.

The red coffin with exquisite engravings of ascension pictures is placed under the peach blossom tree surrounded by six or seven people. The black hair of the people in the coffin is like a waterfall, and the strands are covered with soft and soft red gold patterns that can refract light in the dim light. on a soft cloth.

The jeweled phoenix crown coiled out of gold thread was firmly worn on the top of the head. The handsome and beautiful man had snow-colored and creamy skin. As the peach blossoms fell, his peaceful sleeping face became more and more like a living person.

The red and black wedding dress was a little messy.

Peach blossoms fall in the coffin, even in the mysterious tomb of the underground palace, I can't wait to kiss the waiting bride to wake up...

On the other side, a few gray-faced people were holding flashlights and carrying big bags, fully armed and sitting on the ground to rest, some of them were also carrying guns, all of them were men, with a fierce look on their faces, which was not good at first glance. provoke.

The middle-aged man who took the lead took out a map and a speech next to it.

"Uncle, where have we been? Why can't we see the big guy?" The man next to him asked him in a low voice.

The middle-aged man who was asked frowned: "We are at this location now." He pointed to a certain point on the map and said: "This underground palace occupies the area of ​​three mountains, and the identity of the owner of the tomb is still a mystery. We have only arrived here, and we are still a hundred and eight thousand away from the real mausoleum! The place we are now is just a small courtyard in front of someone's house!"

"Ah?! But we have lost seven people now! This place won't lose money, right?"

"Loss?!" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows high, "I'll tell you the fuck, even if we go to the inner gate and break off a rock from above, we won't lose money!"

"This tomb is no longer a secret. How many people came in? Except for one or two who were able to escape, all of them were buried in it! But those one or two who were able to burn the inscription on the entrance of the mausoleum were sold. Got this number!"

The middle-aged man compared a number with his hands, and sneered: "Hehe, as soon as we enter the gate, we will send it! You don't have to do this in this life, just wash your hands and enjoy the good fortune!"

The middle-aged man's voice was not deliberately lowered, and the eyes of the people next to him were red with excitement after listening, staring at the middle-aged man wanting to hear more.

And the middle-aged man knew that they had lost too many people in front of them, and this group of guys might be timid, so he deliberately talked about the things on the inscription in a show off.